One of the busiest streets in London.

The bustling crowd came and went here, wearing black robes that were extremely dissatisfied with modern society, and a slender and thin young man was standing by the roadside, studying the address he had copied from the book in his hands.

Facing the countless strange gazes around him that looked at him, Sherlock didn't care at all.

Although he did not exaggerate to have any social NB disease, his face was thick enough to basically ignore those strange gazes.

The address of the broken cauldron bar copied from that wizard's travelogue is exactly the same as the reality.

Now the direction that Sherlock faces is facing, there is a shabby bar that is very unmatched with the modern shops around it, opening.

However, passers-by on the street seemed to be unable to see this bar that was more unique than Sherlock, and did not pay even a glance to the direction it was.

After more than a month of staying at home, Sherlock learned about most of the basic magic in the magic world.

What makes ordinary people ignore this bar is obviously the Muggle expulsion spell that the wizard uses the most in front of Muggles.

This spell is only effective for Muggles, but for Sherlock, a wizard, the door sign of the Burnt Cauldron Bar is so conspicuous.

In fact, going out from home is a risky move for Sherlock.

He knew nothing about the original owner's interpersonal relationship in the magic world. If he met any acquaintances in the Broken Cauldron Bar or Diagon Alley, he would be at a great risk of exposure.

But this trip to Diagon Alley was impossible to avoid.

Because he not only had to purchase various magical daily necessities that he wanted to use in Hogwarts, but also needed to go to the original owner's vault in the Gringott to withdraw some money for daily use.

So even if she knew there was a risk, Sherlock had to take the risk to get out of her home.

Besides, this is something he will face sooner or later.

Fortunately, the original owner is introverted and the possibility of meeting an acquaintance is very small.

Ignoring the fourth time the girl's shy chatter, crossing the road, Sherlock walked into the old shabby bar.

The rough wooden tables and chairs, the creaking bar partition, the original fireplace made of bricks, and the simple candle chandeliers above the head made Sherlock who suddenly walked into the modern urban street outside, as if he had a feeling of traveling through time and space.

Here, his clothes are not conspicuous.

Most of the guests in the bar were dressed similarly to him, and there were even several old witches wearing exaggerated large spire hats on their heads, which would definitely become the focus of Muggles whenever they went out.

Sherlock's arrival did not cause much reaction in the broken cauldron bar.

Most of the wizards who drink don't even look at him. Only Tom, the owner and bartender of this bar, kept following Sherlock when he entered the door.

"Ha, a raw face, what do you want to drink?"

Outside, even if there was no one here who knew the original owner, Sherlock had been disguising himself as that cold face.

No matter what, it is always a good thing to be careful.

"Butter beer, thank you."

He asked for a drink with beer in his name but not beer, and he made it to an empty table in the corner.

Soon, bartender Tom brought the butter beer to him. Sherlock's attitude of not being close to others made him feel a little confused and he didn't talk more.

Sherlock gently tasted this wizard's special drink.

The taste is sweet and a bit greasy, not quite up to his taste.

After only one sip, he put the glass of butter beer aside and sat at the table and waited quietly.

It’s not that Sherlock didn’t want to enter Diagon Alley directly through the Burning Cauldron Bar, but that he didn’t know how to enter Diagon Alley at all.

The Broken Cauldron Bar was found, and he also remembered that the entrance to Diagon Alley was right in front of a wall in the backyard of the bar.

Just tap the wand gently at a brick on the wall, and the entrance will be opened.

But...what brick is a certain brick?

Even if he mentioned such specific details in the book, he would not be able to remember them.

Of course, he can also knock one brick after another to try out the correct answer.

But it would be embarrassing if other wizards came over while trying.

They are afraid they are not suspicious that Sherlock was an undercover sent by Muggles!

So he was ready to enter Diagon Alley in another better way.

I sat on the chair for about fifteen minutes.

A couple who seemed to be here to purchase new semester study items for their children, took their daughter into the broken cauldron bar.

The couple did not dress like wizards, but rather they looked like muggles from ordinary society.

However, they had a daughter with fluffy curly hair around them, but they were shakingly wearing magic wands, showing their identity as a little wizard.

The family did not stop in the broken cauldron bar and walked directly through the backyard where the bar hall was heading.

Seeing this, Sherlock stood up from his seat calmly, took out a few pieces from his pocket, and threw them in his study at home, and threw them at the bar to pay for the drinks.

When he walked to the backyard of the bar, the little girl and her family happened to be standing by the wall counting bricks.

"Do you still remember which piece it is?"

"Of course I remember! How could I forget such an important thing, Mom."

The girl held her head up and counted the trash can as a comparison object.

"Count three pieces upwards - count two pieces horizontally - yes, that's it!"

She murmured quietly, and at the same time she pulled out her wand and gently knocked the accurately confirmed brick.

The brick she knocked on shook and began to move. A small hole appeared in the middle, and the opening became larger and larger. Soon, a wide archway appeared in front of them, leading to a winding and invisible cobblestone street.

Sherlock behind them saw the whole process and clearly recorded the location of the brick the little girl hit.

Then he passed this "helpful" family of good people.

"Sorry, I borrowed it."

The little girl's family did not find that she had become Sherlock's tool.

This is the second time the couple has come to Diagon Alley, and they still feel so incredible about everything here.

Sherlock still maintained his cool character and walked along the straight path in the middle of the Diagon Alley towards Guling Pavilion, which also led to the fact that he did not hear the conversation between the little girl behind him.

"Where should we go first? Hermione."

"Harry Ron and I made an appointment to meet in Diagon Alley today, so we have to go to the gate of Gringott to wait for them first."
Chapter completed!